It's the Saturday after the night before, and although I feel surprisingly OK I am still failing to pack boxes..

It is almost as if I have an aversion to it, I will go out of my way to find a distraction, any distraction.

I still do not believe I am going, it has still not sunk in, what if it doesn't ?

What if I get on the plane before I even realise it's happening ?

One step at a time I hear you cry, let's pack some boxes first aye? and worry about the rest later.

You would be right.